Never forget this one...my father was an alcoholic, so my grandfathet took me and 3 other siblings to live with him (at a very young, young age)......when I was about 11 or 12, went to live with my mother in another city....At 14, became deaf...and was riding the bus from the deaf school back home for Xmas vacation....
I had not seen my father for many, many years!....I got on the bus and sat down...in a few minutes, this man touched my arm and started talking....To find out that he was my Father....That was one of the last times I ever saw him before he died of several strokes due to alcohol.